Redhawk Caldera Leave your bag of bones underneath your bed

Sometimes, it felt like it was easier to get blood from a stone than it was to get children to come and visit, or to at least be civil about going off on an adventure. She failed to remember what it had been like when she'd been their age, and when she and her brother, Ambrose, had set off on their own. She also forgot that her parents had simply let them go- and that neither of them had ever returned for a visit, or paid their parents a moment of consideration. So she couldn't really expect the same from her own daughter, despite having attempted to micro-manage her life so much. 

There was tension in her jawline when she spoke again, but she kept her voice calm. "Visiting would be nice," She said, and she kept it at that. She knew the more she pushed how often Alyx should visit, or voiced her opinion on simply making sure that she was back by wintertime might make her decide not to visit at all. 

When she thought about it, though, it made her sad. She wasn't angry with Alyx- but she mourned to see her children leave, not knowing what might happen to them. Phox and Towhee did their best to make joking suggestions, and keep the topic light, but Niamh worried- and worry softened her. Her eyes shone with a soft later of dusky tears, that she obviously fought to keep from spilling down her cheeks. "Gonna miss you," She said in a husky voice.